Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The faint female voice sounded in his ears, with some doubts in the clear.

But this small voice immediately pulled Yan Ce out of the hazy dream, and all kinds of charming thoughts in different postures also disappeared like smoke.

He shook his head, "No."

Without raising her head, she asked softly, "Then why are you staring at it?"

You are the only one left in the room except for the books.

To be fair, is there anything else to watch besides you?

Yan Ce was confused and didn't know how to answer.

stupid.

Ying Zheng raised his eyes to look at each other, then lowered his gaze to the booklet, pursed his lips, and asked lightly, "Have you ever had a girl you liked before?"

He was a little confused and didn't know why this stunningly beautiful woman asked such a question, but he didn't think much about it.

He understood that the word liking was probably the earliest in junior high school. The dim goodwill between men and women began to take root with the arrival of puberty, and the pure fantasy rooted in his heart began to go away like Xiao Huangben’s joy, and he went to junior high school. There is no longer a dime connection between male-female relations and purity.

Distant memories flashed through my mind like a glimmer of light. It was the nostalgia for youth and the urge to strangle myself at that point in time.

The girl at the front desk was very cute. Whenever he didn't have an eraser, he would shyly break off half of her eraser and hand it to him timidly, and his favorability instantly increased.

At that time, the young man was full of energy, and he inevitably hoped to sublimate the pure revolutionary friendship to a negative distance. It was not until he was about to make a big mistake that he inadvertently discovered that he had dozens of erasers hidden in his schoolbag at the front desk...

He smiled lightly and said seriously, "I have."

"..."

The pen that Ying Zheng held between his fingers stopped for a moment, and the ink on the tip of the pen traced a shallow trace on the slip.

typo...

But in the next instant, he returned to normal, re-inked, and reviewed the bamboo slips that needed to be completed without any difference.

"Is it."

After she answered calmly, she did not speak again, rolled up a scroll of tablets, then took out the unmarked tablets and unfolded them, repeating the mechanical work, expressionless.

The teenager who is still immersed in long memories remembers a lot, but his memories of love and love are only a few paragraphs. After junior high school, he basically stopped liking such words. It is not because he does not yearn for a damn current life, but because he is poor. .

Even food and clothing are issues that need to be taken into consideration. Who would be free to sway male hormones anytime and anywhere? In order to solve their physical needs, they have to read and consume a lot of energy, history, politics, mathematics, and the royal sister is a small book...

The memory of the past is like a dream, he is like a dreamer, and the dream has turned into a nightmare after a turning point.

Finally woke up.

The boy narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "I feel like I had a long dream."

"In the dream, I have read countless materials and read countless stories."

"There is a young man who seals the wolf to live in Xu, drinks the horses and the sea, until there is no royal court in Mobei, and sadly falls at the peak of glory."

"There is Lushen in Shenzhou, and a hundred-year-old Qiu Ruins. The Five Husbands caused the people of Kyushu to be almost wiped out."

"There are monarchs who humbly seek survival at the feet of the barbarians, block loyal ministers and make the river red, and there are emperors who guard the country's gates and rise and fall together with their subjects."

He looked at the woman's calm and beautiful side face, and said with a complicated expression: "I don't know what I can do, what I can witness, but I just think that since it is a dream, it should be changed."

"It's boring."

She gave an evaluation indifferently, without any contempt or sympathy, but simply said.

Under the boy's confused expression, she gently put down the pen, got up and got closer and closer to the boy, so close that she could clearly see every strand of long hair that fell and her expression every moment.

Her eyes were no longer as peaceful and indifferent as before, only the burning domineering in her pupils.

Su grabbed the front of the boy's clothes and pulled the boy who was talking about the future into her soft arms, and the woman raised a very aggressive arc.

"How could I, Kyushu Erlang, allow foreigners to bully me?"

"If there is one day, the widow will cut off the head of the Xiongnu Shanyu to sacrifice to the ancestors, so that Mobei will never see half of the Xiongnu forever!"

"Destroy all barbarian countries and set up a county!"

Chapter 28 The King's Little Tangle

One word, one word, loud and clear.

The dreams in the young man's words are very boring. The barbarians have always been beaten and dare not step into the Central Plains. Even if the man of Zhao State died in Changping in the battle, there will still be a genius like Li Mu born to beat the Huns and wipe out more than [-].

As for the barbarian invasion of Kyushu, do you want to solve it?That's too simple.

Influenced by the way of the military, and then destroyed the country and established a county.

She asked with a smile, "Since it's a dream, how long did the Qin you see in your dream last? How many generations has it been passed down since the widow?"

Listening to the voice in his ear, the young man stared at Ying Zheng in a daze, and turned over the cold words in his memory.

Died in the second life, there are only four-character comments.

Before it blooms, it has fallen.

If Ying Zheng knew the answer, he might not be able to accept it. The prosperous world she created by herself only lasted for the second life...

The young man replied: "After all, it's just a dream, it's impossible to do anything."